Sun kissed the dry grass a last time before condensation froze to silvery rime. A veiled woman drifted almost aimlessly to the edge of an industrial plot.
Cristina was beautiful and chic (in a shriveled way). She pressed her chest against the fence.
In the glass-facade she spotted her own reflection, and suddenly she heard a voice calling from the other side of a closed door.
“You came at last”. His voice had not changed.
No answer, but Cristina checked her watch opening the door.
The train was just in time today.
… and she was light.
I wonder why it’s so hard for me to move away from depressing stories. I hope I will be able to read more cheerful stories from others this week.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of dedicated bloggers who gather each week to write 100 words of fiction to the same image. Our dedicated chairman and contributor of excellent stories is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, has all the information on how to join.
This week I will join the concrit subgroup, giving and receiving concrete feedback, and I might do an updated version based on that feedback.